Looking for a composition seems to be the first prize in the composition contest.

In the seventh class, the tree demon and I went to the bookstore next to the school gate to get the letter. Today, it is rare to have sunshine. Our class is in the classroom facing the north of the third grade teaching building, and we can't get the sun all day. The tree demon said I hadn't smelled the sun for a long time, so I smiled. Yes, how long has it been? That seems to be a long time ago.

Without my letter, the tree demon and I were hanging around on the playground, talking about miscellaneous things. The tree demon said, Fish, I didn't expect the college entrance examination to come so soon. I really want to fight for it. I am thinking about my thoughts with Nunu's mouth. The sun shines on us through the leaves of the plane, which makes me feel very warm.

Yesterday, the English topic simulation was done well, and there was a faint joy in my heart. When I was in Chinese class, I knew I was in a bad state. When I was doing the problem, I was uneasy and in a trance. The Chinese teacher smiled at me when handing in the test paper. She is very kind to me, and sometimes she talks to me about some things, some of which are personal. She said you should have confidence in yourself. You are a very clever boy. I smiled at her, faint, who knows? There is still one month, only one month left, and God knows what I can stick to and forget in this month.

Chinese composition is not well written. I only got 40 out of 60. I have never got such a score in my composition, which is a bit depressing. After studying at night, I wandered around the empty street with skipping classes in September. We talked a lot about the weather, mood, achievements, ideals and ambitions, and vaguely heard sad tunes from the video store on the street:

"Sometimes I think of the places where youth is parked. They used to flow quietly in sunny days.

Now that I think about them, I don't know if I can open them.

Some stories haven't been finished, so forget it. Those feelings have been difficult to distinguish between true and false in the years.

There are no flowers here now, but I have had your spring and autumn, winter and summer.

Please take me home to spend late spring, late autumn, severe winter and hot summer.

Through the shadows of the four seasons, through the fleeting youth.

Go to my hometown for a long time, watch the flowing water in the ten-mile long canal and listen to the frogs in the grass lotus pond.

Look at our beautiful memories, floating down from the mountain. "

The most talked about thing in the class is nothing more than applying for admission. My mother ordered me a lot of magazines, which introduced the university and simulated the synthesis. I make some occasionally. My parents asked me what university I was going to take, and I was always in a trance. I can no longer express my ideal, my ideal city, my university and my major as firmly as before. You can only read your old letters over and over again in a calm night. Those letters gave me a warm breath, with a hint of sadness and disappointment.

In English class, September and I were prone on the table to read the supplement "My University" of the study magazine. Look at it bit by bit, laugh seriously, and laugh occasionally. September said that his dream is Xiamen University, because his idol Yi Zhongtian is a professor there. When I was bored, I learned from Jin in the back row and wrote long sentences on the manuscript paper. Then write long words and repeat them, telling yourself to be strong. It's like I'm back to my old state. When I was writing "Historical Records of Senior Two", I dug out the notebook at that time, and it was faintly visible that the handwriting was telling the ideal, firmness and unyielding. Senior three can really change a lot. About the boy who was full of ideals in the past, he is now a vacillating person with no direction. I turned my head and found the bright sunshine outside the window. I think of the floating light spots in the depths of my memory, the gaps in the darkness, and the road I have been walking, so bumpy. Is this growth? It's like turning a page.

My dear son always encourages me and comforts me, and I just laugh here. She is at the other end of the network, and I am at the other end of the network, separated by endless space, but her words always make me feel extremely warm. After a month, really everything will be fine, everything will be there?

You make me happy and sad, make me sing and keep me silent. Is the growth of every child so strikingly similar? When I turn it out and listen to it again, I will be at a loss. Let my sad and loving music settle down bit by bit in the torrent of years and become a doomed road, waiting for the unknown world. I think, maybe I will soon become a clumsy child. I don't know how to appreciate music, I don't know how to write words, I don't want to live my previous life, I only know how to miss, maybe I just miss it. When physical education class played basketball in the last class with September, Shu Yao, Jinyi and Liuhuo, I suddenly lost my tongue and suddenly felt that this might be the last time we got together to play games. After a month, everyone will go their separate ways for their own ideals. This is really a special era, and we must grow up.

Youth is a gorgeous funeral, and we played hide-and-seek with time.

That wooden comb is so delicate that someone secretly cries on the mountain. ...

It seems that people in senior three are particularly easy to fall in love. Like my friend, they are always with their boyfriends (girlfriends). It looks so warm and sweet, just like alpine butterscotch.

I always gulp down coke when I can't do the problem, which is a way to reassure myself. Later, I fell in love with Pyotr Il'yich Tchaikovsky's "Andante Cantabile", as if I had gone back to the past, to that warm time, to that city, as if I had met a lifetime ago.

Mathematics will always be my head. After class, I will get together with September and Sandy to chat. I also talk about the future, but more about dreams and feelings. Sometimes Jiu You and Zhi Rou also join the discussion. We are still the children sitting under the stars and full of beautiful fantasies about future life. Sandy wrote a long graduation message to each of her friends. I read the long paragraphs she wrote to me and smiled quietly. What she said to your son will make people feel distressed. But I don't want this. I just write my life in words to my friends. I hope they are warm, read in everyone's heart, like candy just eaten, leaving a sweet taste in my mouth.

I turned my face to the window, the blue sky and white clouds were clear and beautiful, and the sun began to shine in the classroom facing north. Looking back at the vastness of the past, I am stupefied to think that many things are vivid in my mind, as if it were yesterday, but I can't catch them any more in my life. Not long ago, we got graduation photo, Bantou, Tree Demon, and Yi Long standing on it, straightening their backs and smiling handsomely and seriously. In September, Jin Yi and I stood side by side in the third row, and everyone was like a bright sun. Sandy, Zhi Rou, Shu Ran and Jiu You are sitting in the first row, and they all smile very pure and bright. There is a sun hanging in the sky, like a fire, reflecting the color of the clouds. Who knows how many people have experienced separation between its rise and fall, and how many people are looking forward to reunion?

However, in any case, I used the pen of memory to carve my own happy time in the warm sunshine.